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She widens her eyes and then unlocks the door. “I’ve been trying to get hold of her. She should’ve been here to help open the store.”

My heart races. “Something’s gone wrong. Do you know where she could be?”

“She still has a landline at her place, and she’s not answering that, either.”

“She’s not there. Or she can’t get to the phone.”

“Are you sure something’s wrong?”

I shake my head. “I’m not sure of anything right now.”

Except for one thing. I fell in love.

It hits me like a lightning bolt to my heart. I’ll find a way to make this work. I’ll be the Dominant she needs. If I have to go to Las Vegas and she refuses to leave New York, we’ll make it work somehow.

We have to.

What I couldn’t give to Keira, I want to give to Mary.

Damn.

“She sometimes stops for coffee at the coffee house a couple buildings down. It’s called Bean There Done That.”

“All right. I’ll check there quickly only because it’s on the way. Then I’m hightailing it to her place.”

“Keep me in the loop,” she says. “My name’s Trish. You can call me here at the store.”

“Right. Sure.”

I’m sure Trish means well and she’s concerned about Mary, but at the moment the last thing on my mind is keeping her in the loop about anything. Not until I know Mary’s okay.

Coffee shop, coffee shop, coffee shop.

There it is. I walk toward it, noting the sign says it’s closed. Odd that it would be closed in the middle of the morning, the busiest part of their day.

Thankfully I’m not wearing a kilt today. I’m dressed in a suit for my meetings later, and I blend in nicely with all the passersby walking down this Manhattan street.

I walk by as nonchalantly as I can. Is the door locked?

I see…

I see her…

She’s in there… Mary…

Sitting at a table by the window.

I’m going in.

I go closer, and I notice men. Wearing masks. And they’re armed.

My heart drops. God, fear. But nothing compared to the urge—a raw, animal urge—to protect the woman I love.

Now I wish I were in my kilt. I’d have my knife—even though it’s ornamental—stuffed in my hose.

Ornamental it may be, but I can still do some damage with it.

Right now, though? I’ve got nothing. Nothing but my muscles and my fists. Which I will use.

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